staring
upon the grave on my mind
long after i killed everything deare to me
A desperate attempt to recreate my life
locked in rhe past
i left myself
blind (driven back words) to rhe future
remorseful
abject and lost
staring into the illusion of light
i strive to no longer
feel endless
i starg at the sun
yet no warmth ever reaches my face
from i'm bound to the corpse a rotten memory
letters sent
but none has returned
i pray and pray
i rot in disdain
a dead end. so much to pretend
as i stand a sight in front of you
averting
the absence of light
this memory havents me still
areaming of planes where's joy forever
DWELLS

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